The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

December 17, 2005

birth of code unease

there is no birth of code, perhaps it is our universe.
any representation is already embedded in another.
perhaps you can't have representations without symmetrical substructures.
with 2nd-level code that's certainly true.
but a painting is another matter altogether.
in a painting (this is a painting of code), the eye does what the eye
  will (what one wills) (what is emergent (out of (in relation to)) chaos).
what i will <-> thinking a posteriori, the periphery.
i would have willed this if it would have been willed.
perhaps these sentences are phrases, unpunctured, opened
the world is all that is the easement
one can always try to force heidegger, i.e. retreat to alterity
why is there something rather than nothing <-> not always already your
  words, not even the ghosts of words, not even your own
(the) question(s) dissolve(/s) in the wind of presence
in this sense (inverse), why/cause = god
appeal to meaning, transcendence, and human culture falls to its knees
in any case, my pleasure, your presence
in any case, your presence, my pleasure

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- Alan

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- Ala


sin(tan(x)) or tan(tan(x)) never fail to excite my imagination as these
simplest of functions tend towards machinic limits in graphic calculation;
there's no end to 'em but there's always an end to 'em dependent on the
machine/algorithm. i suppose the calculation could be carried out
indefinitely just like the raster here supported from 20-400 could be
downed to the pixel, but then what? everything else is either force or
averaging. one's caught in the usual digital trap, that what is of
interest must be evidenced within a bandwidth that most likely has little
relation to what's of interest. the bars keep information out, peripheral
or problematic information, troubling information, alterity. w/in these
images/imaginaries, nothing more than that, alterity comes back, corrodes,
with a vengeance, but not really; the merging of the two produces beauty
which is always the case.

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